Written By Rymarr
Aug. 18, 2019, 2:54 p.m.(9/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Caius
There comes a time when conducting ones duties that someone may find themselves in a state where they seem to be going through their actions through rote, rather than any conscious thought. Immersed in the forward momentum, they can easily overlook general observations in favor of the pertinent details. That is where I have found myself for the past few weeks. Focused and honed with my vision and mind metaphorically tunneled.
It was like a hot knife through butter that news of Prince Caius Valardin's death cut through that state. I can't claim to have known him like a best friend, but I did have the distinct honor and privilege of knowing him as a fellow warrior. We rode together once, during the defense at the Lodge of Petrichor. Without going into the details of that encounter for one reason or another, Prince Caius revealed the full extent of his bravery to me during those engagements. When I went to him to enlist his aid, it was with a very clear and distinct warning provided: "you may die if you go with me". He did not hesitate. I have written previously about that interaction with equal measures of pride and the heat of a successful military engagement on our shoulders.
It is with sorrow that I must write it this time. This time it is not with the knowledge that he - and others - returned from their patrol alive, well, and whole. It is quite the opposite this time. Given what he fought through, endured, and what was ultimately something that would have killed many others in one angered gesture? I can only imagine what it took to fell him in battle. In honor of him, I may consider shaving my beard, much to my wife's chagrin. Perhaps I will grow a lip ferret in remembrance of Prince Caius Valardin. Though I can only imagine mine will not carry with it the myth and legend associated with the fallen Dragon of the Oathlands. The defenders of Arvum and the Compact have suffered a loss with his death. We will fight on though. In these times one must lead, follow, or get out of the way to use Prince Caius' words.
It was like a hot knife through butter that news of Prince Caius Valardin's death cut through that state. I can't claim to have known him like a best friend, but I did have the distinct honor and privilege of knowing him as a fellow warrior. We rode together once, during the defense at the Lodge of Petrichor. Without going into the details of that encounter for one reason or another, Prince Caius revealed the full extent of his bravery to me during those engagements. When I went to him to enlist his aid, it was with a very clear and distinct warning provided: "you may die if you go with me". He did not hesitate. I have written previously about that interaction with equal measures of pride and the heat of a successful military engagement on our shoulders.
It is with sorrow that I must write it this time. This time it is not with the knowledge that he - and others - returned from their patrol alive, well, and whole. It is quite the opposite this time. Given what he fought through, endured, and what was ultimately something that would have killed many others in one angered gesture? I can only imagine what it took to fell him in battle. In honor of him, I may consider shaving my beard, much to my wife's chagrin. Perhaps I will grow a lip ferret in remembrance of Prince Caius Valardin. Though I can only imagine mine will not carry with it the myth and legend associated with the fallen Dragon of the Oathlands. The defenders of Arvum and the Compact have suffered a loss with his death. We will fight on though. In these times one must lead, follow, or get out of the way to use Prince Caius' words.
Written By Rymarr
Oct. 29, 2018, 2:29 p.m.(11/23/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Caius
The Bearer of the Lucky Lip Ferret. It's said that the thicker the coat on it, the harsher the coming winter. There was once a duel over it, when some young lord felt his waxed mustache was far more magnificent and stylish - the lip ferret won. The flavor saver can unscramble an egg. The lip ferret doesn't get wet, water just likes to be around it. The bristle baton can win a Great Victory in a Game of Stones in only three moves. There's actually an origin story about the lip ferret; I'm sure there'll be a play about it some day.
All of the myths of it aside, the wearer of it showed me his bravery recently. I had never questioned the potential bravery of the man, particularly because when he was informed 'you, I, or we may die', he did not flinch or have apprehensions. When it came to what could have been potential last words, this Dragon of the Oathlands had the honor of others on his mind before his own health.
Lead, follow, or get out of the way. Wise words spoken by the man himself.
All of the myths of it aside, the wearer of it showed me his bravery recently. I had never questioned the potential bravery of the man, particularly because when he was informed 'you, I, or we may die', he did not flinch or have apprehensions. When it came to what could have been potential last words, this Dragon of the Oathlands had the honor of others on his mind before his own health.
Lead, follow, or get out of the way. Wise words spoken by the man himself.
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